Born out of worlds of fire and ice
The nature spirits embrace our lives
From the underworld to above
We worship the fertile soil
Carved in the back
Blood strained wings are dressed
An image of grotesque
The blood eagle of human flesh
Rituals for the gods
We offer our respect
The blood symbols our strenght
Our pray is yours to collect
Carved in the back
Blood strained wings are dressed
An image of grotesque
The blood eagle of human flesh
Bound over a stone
The sword penetrates the flesh
Ribs are cut by the spine
Lounges pulled out of the chest
As the eagle takes it's shape
The human life expire
Salt sprinkled wounds
Flavours the blot
To the kings of ice and fire
Zeige deinen Freunden, dass dir The Blood Eagle von Vreid gefällt:
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